Dangerous Beauty: Part Four: Beautifully Broken (30 page)

But surprisingly, it didn’t bother Reanna. She didn’t care that they looked like an odd couple, like GQ model
and
soccer mom
. It didn’t faze her. She was more nervous about what was to come …

They were on a trip together. Like an actual trip with just the two of them … well,
and
every man in Kyle’s security detail.

That included two men, who sat in the front, one driving of course, and the other occupying the passenger seat, and three SUV’s behind them. Reanna assumed they were full of men, but for what reason, she had no idea. All she knew was that, one, they were scary, two, most of them were covered in ink, and three, according to Kyle, getting him to where he needed to be, making sure he had everything he needed, and keeping both him and her safe from …
whatever
, was their job, and to act as if they weren’t even there. Reanna had just shrugged and said, “Whatever.” She wasn’t exactly used to being driven around or ‘protected’ but she was down for anything. Really all she could focus on anyway was what the hell was going on between her and Kyle.

They’d been driving for about an hour, and the longer they drove, the more curious Reanna was becoming. Yes, she knew they were headed north, but what were they going to do when they got there? Were they staying in a hotel? A ski lodge? It was cold, but there wasn’t actually any snow yet, so that was probably out.

She couldn’t exactly understand his intentions here either. Was he whisking her away to be romantic? Because she had to admit, this was really romantic. The whole ‘surprise trip’ aspect of it all was really doing it for her. It was kind of turning her on, making her want to do naughty things she wouldn’t normally do at home, or
ever
.

No!

Reanna immediately chided herself for all of the dirty images she allowed to flash through her mind. Jesus lord. What had gotten into her? It was like a constant abandoning of good sense over and over again today. She needed to get ahold of herself and fast. This … this thing between them was still new. It didn’t even have a label on it yet. Reanna didn’t know what was happening, if he loved her like she loved him. hell, she didn’t even know if Kyle still had feelings for his
current
girlfriend or not.

She frowned at that.

Did he still have feelings for Aniyah? She hadn’t really asked him that yet. He hadn’t said anything about her today. Plus, he was with Reanna right now, and he had called himself her boyfriend. All of his actions thus far had pointed to him not having feelings for Aniyah Clark, but still, Reanna couldn’t trust herself enough in her observing to know whether or not it was
wishful thinking
—ignoring certain facts. Though she wanted Kyle to be in love with her, and only her, she had to remember he’d been in a relationship with Aniyah for nearly two years, and seriously, there was no way a man could date a woman that long without feeling something … Right?

Ugh
. She didn’t know!

This was too much thinking, so much it was beginning to make her head hurt. She needed to relax. Maybe enjoy the ride, then let all that other stuff annoy her later once they finally got to wherever they were going.

Looking up at Kyle, Reanna smiled, deciding it better to just focus on him and being here with him, rather than all the pesky worry she kept letting take hold of her thoughts.

He was still on his phone speaking in rapid Italian as he had been for the last twenty or so minutes. She didn’t want to interrupt him, but she could have used some company, maybe some reassurance that this was a romantic trip, and not a trip for say a … mistress and her billionaire lover.

If he wanted to proclaim himself her boyfriend, then she was going to need him to act like it, and perhaps pay some attention to her.

Biting her bottom lip, she timidly tapped on his leg. “Kyle,” she whispered.

Of course he didn’t respond at first, just captured her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze. In her head she heard his voice say ‘
hold on, baby’
, because she knew that was exactly what he would say.

Sighing and feeling impatient, Reanna tried again, this time giving his hand a squeeze in return. “Kyle,” she whispered again. “Honey … are you almost done?” The endearment ‘honey’ felt so natural for her to say to him, Reanna didn’t even think much of it.

This time he spared her a glance as if to say ‘Give it a rest, woman. I’ll be done when I’m done.’

Reanna rolled her eyes. Typical Kyle answer. Always with his caveman
‘Me man. You woman. You listen’
talk. He was such a monster, a loveable one, but a monster nonetheless.

Feeling totally and completely ignored, Reanna decided it best to turn it up a notch this time. She usually wasn’t like this—she normally wasn’t one for attention seeking behavior—but it had always been different with Kyle. All throughout their friendship. He had this … amazing way of ignoring her so well that she could never help but do every childish thing she could think of to get and keep his attention.

It was a game they’d played, far too often throughout their friendship for it to have been okay, and was one of the reasons why Reanna had often labeled their friendship
inappropriate
. Because they acted like a couple. But now since they’d sort of taken their relationship to another level, it wouldn’t have been so bad to play with him a little … would it?

Reanna smiled.

No. It wouldn’t, would it?

Deciding to have a bit of fun, Reanna turned her head, pressing her face into his sweater-covered bicep. She laughed softly when his arm flexed, knowing that though he wasn’t looking at her, she had his attention. And that was all she needed to get the results she wanted; a fun, sexy,
playful
Kyle.

“Babe,” she sang, smiling against his shoulder and holding on to his arm tightly, “are you almost finished?”

He palmed her thigh, giving it a light squeeze that made her chuckle softly.

“Kyle,” she sang again, this time placing her chin on his shoulder. She smiled when he shot her a look from the corner of his eye. “Don’t you want to play with me?” She tapped his shoulder again. “I’m a lot more fun than that stupid phone call …”

This time he lightly smacked her inner thigh.

“Ow,” she whined, loving how well she played the role of the clingy mistress slash girlfriend. “Kyle, pay attention to me.” She closed her legs tightly, trapping his hand between them. “Kyle …”

Okay, she could admit that that move was a tad bit naughty, but she’d be crazy if she didn’t indulge in the newly set limits of their friendship just a little bit. Besides, it was just a little harmless flirting, and nothing compared to all of the things they’d done to each other the night before.
Plus
, Reanna kind of wanted to test his limits a little. See how far he’d let her go before he gave in and did what she asked.

Releasing his hand from between her legs, Reanna laced her fingers with his, then placed her free hand on his leg. “Will you listen to me now?” she asked teasingly, before slowly sliding her hand up his thigh. “How about now?” she whispered.

Spying him biting his lip, she smiled. She didn’t understand why he didn’t just give up when it was so obvious she was going to win.

She inched her hand a bit higher, this time laughing softly when she felt him tense under her touch. “I bet you’re paying attention now, huh?” she taunted. “I win, Valente—”

Her words cut off with a gasp when Kyle unlaced their fingers, gripped the hand she had resting on his thigh, and put it right on his … his …

Yep, she was touching his penis.

Not only was she touching it, but he was getting hard—so incredibly hard under her touch. And her body definitely hadn’t hesitated in its response to his arousal …

Oh my God.
Her heart sped up
. “
Kyle …”

Tugging her closer until they were face-to-face, Kyle dropped the phone from his ear and a sinfully sexy smile pulled at his lips. “Let me make something clear to you,
colomba
…” His eyes fell to her parted lips. “You will cease this taunting, or I will have this car pulled over, I will tell my men to exit it, and then I will fuck you.”

Her mouth dropped.

“Yes,” he nodded as if to confirm her unspoken question, “I said I’ll fuck you. And I mean it.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. Yep, it was just like Kyle to state something so plainly. No big production, no fancy talk, no chance for confusion, no
regard
for the two men in front
listening to this. Just a flat out ‘I’ll fuck you’.

Please fuck me.

“Are we understood,
colomba
?”

Unable to speak due to the fact she was so impossibly turned on by his behavior, Reanna nodded her response.

He smiled … such a perfect smile. “Yes,” he said as if to get her to confirm once more that she understood his words.

“Yes,” Reanna breathed. “I understand.”

Seemingly exaggeratedly satisfied with her answer, he smiled wide, released her hand, leaned forward, and kissed her.
Too
freaking well. Seriously, Reanna felt lightheaded when he pulled away from her, and Kyle seemed all too happy that he had such an affect on her.

Jackass.

He opened his arms wide, beckoning her to sit at his side. And conceding, Reanna did exactly that.

Lifting his phone, he gave it a light wave in her line of sight.

“Do you mind, baby?” he asked, the amusement obvious in his tone. “I promise I’ll be finished before we get to the cabin.”

Still pathetically out of it and
way
too aroused for comfort, Reanna just nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Please,” she whispered, pressing her thighs tightly together as she rested her face on his chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Go ahead.”

Kyle let out an exaggerated moan of delight. “Thank you, baby.”

He gave her one last kiss on her forehead, then rested his arm over her, placing his large, possessive hand right on her ass. He gave it a light slap right before she swore she heard him chuckle, “I win,” softly under his breath.

Reanna smiled, turning her face to hide it against his chest. How was it possible that she could hate and love his arrogant ass all at the same time?

This was definitely a romantic trip …

Okay, when one thought the word cabin the picture that would surely pop into their mind would be, of course, a beautiful house made of logs. Small, quaint, with a chimney, and maybe a few quilts and faux bear skin rugs. But this … this was not a freaking cabin. Well, technically it was, but it was definitely unlike any cabin Reanna had ever seen before.

It was a freaking mansion with two large Jacuzzis and an indoor pool.

Luxurious, extravagant, pretty much every fancy word in the English language, Kyle’s cabin was that. It was built sturdy with Red Cedar wood, and the most stunning floor to ceiling windows Reanna had ever seen in her life.

The inside of the home was filled with gorgeous, bright tan and brown, cozy home-style furnishings, hard wood floors, and plush, fluffy carpets that Reanna longed to just collapse on. The ceilings were high and adorned with more windows, the lights were big, round, clear balls hanging from the high ceilings like Christmas ornaments. The halls, they were wide and long. Reanna felt as if she were walking the halls of a castle as Kyle showed her around enthusiastically gushing about his house, and how he had a slight obsession with acquiring property and real estate. He’d actually bought the cabin a year ago as a fixer upper project, and after working with an architect and personally designing his dream cabin, he’d had the place renovated from the inside out. Landscaping and everything, Kyle had had the property restored to perfection.

Listening to him talk about it was … incredible. He had so much passion for purchasing undesirable property and bringing it back to life. She imagined that if he weren’t in the criminal world that this—home restoration, architecture—was what he’d be doing for a living.

She smiled at the thought.

He’d probably hate it to. The life of an architect couldn’t possibly be as exciting as the life he lived as a powerful consigliere. It wasn’t in a man like Kyle’s nature to do something so … legal. Kyle thrived when he had power, Reanna could tell. She actually hadn’t known what a big deal he was until tonight.

The men with him, and the men that were already at the house when they arrived were highly protective of him. She was talking security on all areas of the property. They even had a nice sized house right next to the massive cabin called a ‘safe house’. Purely out of curiosity, she had asked Kyle when they’d first arrived if it all was necessary. The guns, the Fort Knox worthy security, the insane amount of men surrounding the vulnerable parts of the property.

She’d expected him to say no—that it was just for show, or maybe a formality of Mafia culture. Instead, he’d simply answered with a quick “Yes,” then continued showing her around the beautiful home. Reanna assumed the obvious brushing off of her question had only been him wanting to avoid either lying to her with a bullshit answer, or telling her the truth and scaring her, but honestly, the one word answer he gave her only piqued her interest on the matter even more.